Ode to my mp3 player.

Oh mp3 player, you have served me well. 
I bought you six years ago when my husband forbade me to buy any product with a picture of a fruit on it.
I wasn't sure about you at first, but you served me well.
You accompanied me on many a walk and run.
You were my best friend through three insomnia-filled pregnancies.
You've had your earbuds replaced three times.

But now it's time to say a sad goodbye and look for your replacement, for you've plain stopped working.
Fare thee well, little mp3 player.